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With sunset coming on and the dust storm still raging, I decided to head back
to camp. But the dust was still blowing so thick that I could not find my bike.
And even if I could have found it, I could not have ridden it in the white-out.
So I walked all the way back to camp. When I arrived, looking like the Abominable
Dust Man, I found our crew repairing structures that had been ripped apart by
the wind.